|| Second Book! Can not be read as a stand-alone || Read The Secrets Of Finnley first!
"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire."
After getting in a lot of trouble, Cristian tried to pick up his carefree life again. He focusses on...
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- Friday, October 27th -
"Do you remember when I asked you what your favourite thing about me was?" Finnley rolls around, placing his head on my chest, snuggling closer to me. We both just woke up from a nap after a very... active... morning.
"Yes, why?"
"What's your answer now?"
"Everything." I grin, staring up at the ceiling, one arm supporting my head, the other loosely around Finnley.
"But your most favourite part?" He leans up on his elbows, staring down on me. "You remember your answer?"
"Uhu." I nod, staring back in his bright green eyes. They're brighter than I've seen in a long time, like the light was gone and now it's back. "The way you can think about difficult things."
"You remember what I thought your favourite thing about me was?" He wiggles his eyebrows.
"Your dick." I laugh out loud, thinking back to that night. "O god, I felt really embarrassed about your attitude that night."
"Well, I gave you honest answers and you didn't take me serious."
"Like the fact I'm your biggest crush."
"Yeah, you remember."
"Off course I remember." I turn my head to look at the time. It's nearly five in the afternoon and we're still in bed, every so often talking, sometimes taking a nap, kissing a lot. I couldn't be happier than I feel right now. I can't think of a better way to spend my day off.
"Well, who's your biggest crush?"
I laugh out loud, before I attack him in a hug, pinning him down on the mattress underneath me. "Mister pretty boy." I murmur, snuggling my face in the croak of his neck. "I love you."
"You're really clingy." He laughs out. "But I love you too." He hums happily, kissing my shoulder. "Are you gonna make me dinner?"
"No." I shake my head. "I'm gonna eat you."
"No, you're not, idiot."
"But you look delicious." I lean back up, taking him in. His hair is the messiest I've ever seen and he reeks of sex, but he's probably not the only one. His eyes are a bit puffy because he just woke up. "Anyway, I think I'm gonna call Nathan to see what he's planning for dinner. I haven't contacted him yet and he might wonder how you're doing."
"Couldn't be better." He smiles, his eyes lighting up again. "Wanna go out for dinner?"
"That's a possibility." I nod. "Where do you wanna go?"
"La Cubanita."
"Tapas?"
"Yeah, Oliver and Loraine took me there a couple of times, it's like heaven in your mouth."
